Pentatonix and the Recovery

Kirstin's POV {Part 1} [Chapter 9}

I woke up, with a jolt. My sides heaved and I struggled to catch my breath. I was sweating and I felt a catch in my shoulder. After taking a deep breath to remind myself that it was only a flashback, I tried to stretch my arm out only to wince in pain. Every single time, I have that flashback, my stupid shoulder starts hurting. I bitterly thought as I got up after sighing. After I quickly got dressed, I quietly checked on my girl. She was sleeping peacefully and that made me sigh with relief. Since Jessica had to go home to Samantha's house for something, we were worried that Kailyn might not sleep well after Jessica left since she hasn't wanted to leave her sister's side since the incident. Scott had a doctor's appointment, which left me alone with Kailyn. I quietly walked to the kitchen and started to make breakfast. It wasn't concerning me that Kailyn was sleeping so late because I understood why: she was still healing. She would sleep later than usual and honestly she needs the extra rest. My mind drifted into thought. I ended up thinking about how Jessica had acted when Kailyn was being shocked. She was hesitant to cut her sister, even though she knew that it had to be done. If that wasn't enough to convince the boys that it has been her twin biological sister, Victoria, that's done everything to me and Kailyn, I don't know what is. Jessica had also been very distressed as she tried to help her sister, who was in terrible pain at the time. I could sense and hear her distress even though she probably tried to hide it. Then when Kailyn's heart stopped, she was the one that reacted the most. More than me even, which sounds surprising. I was drawn out of my thoughts when I heard a car door shut. That's odd, they shouldn't be home yet. That's when I got worried about my girl. Standing up from the kitchen table, I started to walk down the hallway toward her room. As I stepped into that hallway, I was slammed against the wall and a cloth covered my mouth when I opened it to scream for help and I started to get slapped, hard. I was forced to the ground and then I started to feel someone punching me. My eyes closed in pain as I tried my hardest to keep from crying in pain. I bit my lip, when the person punched me in my stomach. I was then kicked in my back and eventually my stomach, which was making it extremely hard not to scream in pain. I was not wanting to wake Kailyn. This would not be good for her. Harder and harder was I kicked and beaten. That's when I heard a door open. No! Kailyn's awake! I then heard a quiet gasp of horror and that was followed by a whimper. That clarified that my girl was watching me be beaten to death by someone. Despite this pain, I attempted to wiggle myself free; however, the person was stronger than me, who then forced me onto my back and pressed down on my chest making me whimper. I then felt a firm hand sear across my face and then I saw who it was. Fear ignited in my brown eyes as I stared, horror-stricken into the dark hazel eyes of Mark.

Me: M-Mark, what a-a-ar-are y-yo-you doing he-here?

Mark: Finding you.

Then I turned my head and saw my girl, cowering in the shadows. I could easily see that her small, weak body was trembling and tears were streaming down her face from her brown eyes. Poor baby. This was hard on her, because I know that she loves me. My heart ached for her because she was about to watch me be killed. I mouthed to her: "I love you, baby."

She showed no signs that she understood me, but then I remembered something. When I was watching her being beaten by Victoria, she saw me and started to try to get herself free and was successful for a moment. What if I tried something? An idea popped into my mind as I felt brave and bold. Finding a new strength, fueled by Kailyn, I lifted my right leg up before I forcefully pushed my knee upward, somehow dislodging Mark, just enough to slide myself free. That went better than I had expected. With blood running down my face and arm, I stumbled to my feet and staggered over to my girl. She flung herself into my arms, and gripped my shirt. Poor thing. With the gentleness of a mother, I held the terrified girl close to me. I calmed my voice down, so I didn't scare her.